Tuesday, October 02, 2007

IF Love Is A Game...I Jus Got an Ass Fark...

F**K Love. Harsh yet that’s reality… Love is a language spoken by everyone, but understood only by a heart. Love … a mystical 4 letter word that has the same effect a certain 4 lettered vulgar word has….in my opinion, love… well…love for our parents differs from that of the love that we have for our friends, the opposite sex, the same sex, an animal or basically for anything that is rather important in our lives….

The current generation thou, upon hearing the word love are automatically connected to feelings for the opposite sex, and flash images of the opposite sex in various cute and cheeky poses. Well as a base I shall start from here (I do have a life partner now thou, it’s just that I don’t know whether we are in love) …Love is the equivalent what I would say… hmm… BREAKFAST…. And by that I do mean a real healthy breakfast… Imagine waking up in the morning, the 1st thing that we feel is hunger... not even the musky smell of our body odor or the darn smell that is basically emitted from our mouths the moment we go Aaahhhh… can affect that… That feeling of hunger we feel 1st thing in the morning is what I define my version of love as…my day every day for this past few months has been getting up to the voice of the love of my life. That good morning wish, 1st thing in the day, basically shapes up how my day will be… well that’s basically what every couple in love tends to say.

Back to what I was saying, so why breakfast, why not lunch or dinner or even tea snacks. Well for 1, lunch n dinner is usually associated with many choices of food, of which many are really unhealthy. We can’t be unhealthy in love cant we. Breakfast thou, has always been associated with healthy food, and I shall use that to start the pot rolling. I would say love for my parents is like eating Corn Flakes and love for my special sum one as the equivalent of Honey Stars or Koko Crunch. Why you might ask? As we head to the kitchen all scrubbed and smelling full of perfumed talc and hair cream (grooming here I shall compare to passion), the 1st thing we see is 1 very important member of the family. MUM or maybe both of em parents might be there to. Corn Flakes as we all know are basically rather plain. We have to add in the milk, the sugar, the fruits than heavy heartedly sink our spoon in it and lift up a spoonful of that wet brown flakes. What more do we need to use to compare our parents to. Many of us now in the present generation hardly appreciate what our parents do for us. Their lectures, annoyed reactions, grievances and constant advices are certainly no music to the ears, but deep down in our hearts we do love them. It’s just that we don’t actually feel and see it because all that goodness is completely blanketed by the plainness of our love for them.

Honey Stars, that crispy yellow star shaped cereal. Sweet and pleasant smelling its nature, tastes great too. A small helping of it and you might be on your knees asking for more. It’s tasty at first, but as we increase the helpings, bitterness sweeps in. Too much sweetness is a cause for diabetics and with that many other health fiascos.For many of us guys, well that just about describes how we sweet talk and stoop as low as possible too win the heart of the girl whom we thrive for. A man in love is a fool, a famous French philosopher once said. That tends to be true many a time thou. Most importantly thou, it remains unexplained why love for the opposite sex is so deep and sensual that many of us at times take our lives or become depressed and suffer mental disorders when we fail in it. Come to think of it, why does this feeling of dejectedness due to our failure in a relationship drive us to doing things beyond the point of sanity? It’s a question that will remain unanswered because this matter runs so deep and feelings are so subjective it is basically a black hole where many an assumption can made and yet no one particular solution can be pinpointed as the best remedy.

Do we commit suicide when our parents pass away and leave us with a mountain of debts? Do we spend hours on the phone with our mom jus because she scolded us for something? Do we buy our dads presents because he is upset with us? Why do we not sacrifice our lives for our parents who risked heaven and hell to give us a proper upbringing?

A girl who we have been in a relationship for well over a year with says she can’t stand you, and after you fail trying to persuade her, what tempts you jump of a cliff. Our parents openly admit they can’t stand us, yet we continue to drive them up the wall. None of us commit suicide because our mum or dad dies. But there many of us who are supposedly more mature and ripe and who have failed in love, with a person we barely knew long enough, a total stranger with no blood connection that have suddenly lost or fell out of love with us, being lovable individuals only days or even minutes ago. Moving on is so hard and painful to us, that like a tempting mistress we tend to get rid of our problems the easy way. Even if it means bringing your stupidity to the lowest of all levels.

I don’t actually know where I am getting with this but all I can say is love is like heaven, but it can hurt like hell. Love is sophisticated for the rugged, love is simple to those introverts yet so challenging to the extrovert. Love is well.. so undefined.



Winner, Academic Level, MMU DramaFest 2007
2nd Runners Up Overall Category MMU DramaFest 2007
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